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"To be readin' and writin' like--like the al does I air a-seekin' it every day!"

"How?"

Tess flushed She could not tell Myra of the long bearded God in the pine tree, nor of the stuht Myra understood that she could sing, so Tess said laconically: "I sings for it sorunted

"I can't sing," and she frowned

The babe whined in the cradle and Tessibel took hi the beautiful face There were only two years between her and Tessibel, and her own poor, ghastly wrinkled face looked years older If she were only pretty, Ben or of healthy youth--Myra, the worn-out coestion Beans and bacon had made the one beautiful--and destroyed the other

Suddenly Myra leaned over with a new expression in her eyes

"Tessibel, I tries to seek Ben Letts and his lovin's for me and the brat"

Tessibel placed the sman's fretful demand that they draw up and eat